Jake's POV
I should’ve walked away.
Should’ve dismissed her with a smirk and a warning.
But I didn’t.
Because Kylie had one last card to play.
And she played it well.
She sighed, tilting her head, letting her golden waves spill over one shoulder.
“You don’t like what I’m saying,” she murmured, stepping closer.
Her perfume curled around me, soft, lingering, intentional.
“But tell me, Alpha…” She traced a light finger along the stone railing. “Doesn’t it bother you?”
I kept my expression blank. “Doesn’t what bother me?”
“That she’s keeping things from you.” Her eyes flickered, knowing. “That she’s lying.”
I clenched my jaw. “Brielle isn’t lying.”
Kylie sighed softly, like she pitied me.
“Oh, Alpha,” she whispered. “You’re so used to women throwing themselves at you, you don’t
